Ahnasha tried to sit up and draw in breath after it had been knocked out of her. She was sore, and would be bruised rather badly under her fur. Not to mention, she had an intense pain in her left shoulder and was having difficulty moving the arm. "Ah, I think that...flailing corpse dislocated my shoulder. Maybe...cracked a rib."

Allowing Fendros to help her to her feet, Ahnasha looked down at the Senche's corpse and practically growled. In frustration, she kicked at the corpse's head. Archery was now out of the question for her, so she would need to find some other way to help. The other soldiers around them had pushed forward slightly, but she could not stand and think for long. Her frost atronach had already been killed by concentrated spellfire, so she had an opening for another servant. "You know, you oversized wretch, you're not done yet." She muttered to the Senche corpse. She closed her eyes and placed her uninjured hand on the corpse. With no small degree of concentration, she focused most of her remaining magicka into the horse-sized Khajiit in the form of necromantic energy. It was magically exhausting for her, but after a few seconds, the Senche rose up as her new thrall. 

"Okay...it will follow your lead." Ahnasha said to Fendros. "I'll be behind you, resting."

Meanwhile, Lorag had pushed through the breach created by Kaleeth. Since she had shifted to helping Ri'vashi, he decided to forge ahead straight into the enemy. He had soldiers with him, so he had no intention of stopping the pace Kaleeth had set. Lorag's armor was now dented, his body bruised and fatigued, but he was still fighting with all of his ferocity. He hooked an enemy spear with the back of his hammer, pushed it aside, then delivered a heavy blow to his opponent's face with his fist. Using his weight to knock the spearman down, Lorag proceeded to stomp on him with his boot while simultaneously making a swing of his hammer towards the next enemy in front of him. The result of that swing, however, was more of a shock than even Lorag could have expected. There was no impact; instead, his hammer simply passed through this "opponent" as if he were not even there. The enemy had not given a reaction, no defense or counterattack, and indeed, had not seemed to move much at all. Lorag could not sense the magic in the air, but even he could tell that it was an illusion. And, looking around, he could see a similar, static behavior from the majority of the enemy's backline. 

"By Oblivion...illusions." He muttered, before quickly beginning to shout. "It's an illusion! Most of 'em are illusions! We're not outnumbered!"